Let’s walk in love today, friends.

I’d been away for four days. Four days of clean hotel rooms, convenience and perfection around every corner, freshly made beds. Oh, the beds. So white and puffy you sank down deep and snuggled without a care in the world. When I came home to the middle of a kitchen renovation – dirt and dust and all our kitchen possessions spread over every square inch of our floor, my brain could hardly comprehend it all. And in my post-travel exhaustion I climbed into our unmade bed, covered in clothes and cats and crumbs from someone’s snack. I didn’t handle it well. Any joy and thankfulness I felt in my heart for my family was immediately overshadowed by my sighing, my anger, and my frustration. I kicked something out of my way and as it clanged across the kitchen floor I could see my husband’s shoulders drop. All of his hard work on a project that I’d asked for – that he researched an...